--The idea for this fanfic was from the mind of missceleb86--
''Ron, slow down!'' Ron was carrying Hermione out to the car. Everyone was cheering behind them, for Ron and Hermione had just made their vows. ''Hermione Weasley, If I do anything it will not, be to slow down.'' Ron finally got to their new car that the whole entire Weasley family had pitched in to buy. Ron slid Hermione into the passenger seat, and Ron got into the drivers. With a rumble of their engine, the Weasley's were off to start their new life together.
''Ron, where are we going exactly?'' Hermione had been asking this pergunta for the whole entire drive, and since Ron had been expecting it, he was most defiently not annoyed. ''You'll see, Mrs.Weasley, soon enough.'' Hermione sighed and settled back into her seat. ''I just hope we're almost there, before I have to go to the bathroom...'' Hermione said. Ron snorted. ''You don't think you can hold it?'' At that time, Hermione found the closest thing in her reach, a issue of the Daily Prophet, and whacked him with it. ''Hey!'' He cried out. ''Do not, hit the Groom with the newspaper!'' Hermione laughed. ''And we all thought you were brave...'' She looked at him. Her eyes, that were joking, found his. She snapped out of it. ''Ronald, keep your eyes on the road!'' Ronald snapped his head back to facing forward. After a little while, Ron had noticed that Hermione had fallen asleep in the car. He leaned over when no cars were coming and kissed her on the forehead. Ron sighed. As they approached the Mountain Cabin, Ron felt slightly at home.
Ron, who could not wake up Hermione, had carried her inside to the cabine they were going to call 'home' for the seguinte week. He carried her upstairs and laid her onto the bed, and covered her with the blankets. Then he went downstairs to get the suitcases. He started to unpack, and noticed how much neater Hermione's case was than Ron's. All of the sudden, he heard his wife's voice. ''Ron, do you need help?'' He suddenly felt the weight of Hermione's head on his shoulder. ''You should sleep.'' ''So should you.'' Ron sighed. Why did she never listen? He turned around, and picked Hermione up. ''Ron-Ron what are you doing?'' Ron carried Hermione over to the cama again, and set her down gently. This time, she didn't disagree. For the segundo her body touched the bed, she instantly fell asleep. Ron smiled. He finally, had his Hermione. And he was going to have her forever.
''Ron, slow down!'' Ron was carrying Hermione out to the car. Everyone was cheering behind them, for Ron and Hermione had just made their vows. ''Hermione Weasley, If I do anything it will not, be to slow down.'' Ron finally got to their new car that the whole entire Weasley family had pitched in to buy. Ron slid Hermione into the passenger seat, and Ron got into the drivers. With a rumble of their engine, the Weasley's were off to start their new life together.
''Ron, where are we going exactly?'' Hermione had been asking this pergunta for the whole entire drive, and since Ron had been expecting it, he was most defiently not annoyed. ''You'll see, Mrs.Weasley, soon enough.'' Hermione sighed and settled back into her seat. ''I just hope we're almost there, before I have to go to the bathroom...'' Hermione said. Ron snorted. ''You don't think you can hold it?'' At that time, Hermione found the closest thing in her reach, a issue of the Daily Prophet, and whacked him with it. ''Hey!'' He cried out. ''Do not, hit the Groom with the newspaper!'' Hermione laughed. ''And we all thought you were brave...'' She looked at him. Her eyes, that were joking, found his. She snapped out of it. ''Ronald, keep your eyes on the road!'' Ronald snapped his head back to facing forward. After a little while, Ron had noticed that Hermione had fallen asleep in the car. He leaned over when no cars were coming and kissed her on the forehead. Ron sighed. As they approached the Mountain Cabin, Ron felt slightly at home.
Ron, who could not wake up Hermione, had carried her inside to the cabine they were going to call 'home' for the seguinte week. He carried her upstairs and laid her onto the bed, and covered her with the blankets. Then he went downstairs to get the suitcases. He started to unpack, and noticed how much neater Hermione's case was than Ron's. All of the sudden, he heard his wife's voice. ''Ron, do you need help?'' He suddenly felt the weight of Hermione's head on his shoulder. ''You should sleep.'' ''So should you.'' Ron sighed. Why did she never listen? He turned around, and picked Hermione up. ''Ron-Ron what are you doing?'' Ron carried Hermione over to the cama again, and set her down gently. This time, she didn't disagree. For the segundo her body touched the bed, she instantly fell asleep. Ron smiled. He finally, had his Hermione. And he was going to have her forever.